What If.. Larry (Vampire + BoyxBoy )

Chapter Seven.

  Louis knew he was walking too fast for Harry to catch up but, he secretly enjoyed the sound of Harry stumbling around and sometimes knocking into random people. He wondered why would Harry even bother with him. He also wonders why wasn't he adamant on not letting Harry tag along, he did have something to do after all.

  He stopped when he saw the entrance to his flat building. He turned to look at Harry and found him standing a few feet's away from him with flushed face and breathing a bit quick. Louis was amused at the sight but decided to not show it. 

  "You won't be staying here for long; I really don't want company especially a company that is not welcomed." Louis snapped. 

  He didn't wait to see Harry's reaction because he knows it was harsh to say that but then again, Harry practically invited himself. Louis secretly hopes that his harsh words helped keep Harry away, he was proven wrong when he heard, more like smelled, Harry reach the small stairs leading to the second floor. He sighed and decided to just sit and do nothing in an attempt to bore Harry into leaving him alone. 

  Once he reached his flat and managed to open his door, he turned to see if Harry is catching up with him. He waited a minute before Harry reached his floor; He was panting and holding his knees. 

  "I... Can't," he took a deep breath "believe that you're not as tired as I am." He adds. "I can't feel my lungs!" Harry said, dramatically.

  Louis rolled his eyes. "stop being so dramatic, it's only the fifth floor," Louis said. he ignored the muttered "fifth floor to hell" from Harry and said "I won't open the door again if I close it," He smiled a little as he heard Harry rush to reach the door. 

  Louis sighed loudly and closed the door after Harry was in. Harry dropped his bag by the couch and sat down. Louis was looking at him with his hands crossed and a disinterested expression on his face. 

  Harry turned around to look at Louis, "do you have water by any chance?" he asked.

  Louis didn't reply but was walking toward the fridge in the corner, He opened it and took a water bottle and after a bit of hesitation, grabbed a bag of blood. He threw the water bottle at Harry and ignored the shocked 'hey!' from him. He sat down, making sure to leave plenty of space between him and Harry. 

  Louis opened a small hole in his blood bag with his key, he raised the bag to his lips and took a small sip. He can feel the tension and awkwardness radiating from Harry and he hates himself a little for liking the fact that Harry is scared of him. And after a long 15 minute filled with tension, Harry finally speaks.

  "Are you okay? I mean, you weren't attending class and if you did you wouldn't even stay for long." 

  Louis glanced at Harry and said, "why do you care?"

  Harry looked like he wasn't expecting that answer but went on, "um, I don't know. I was just... worried?" 

  Louis turned to Harry and he could see the wheels turning in his brain at his own conflicted feelings. And Louis is pretty surprised at the word, why would someone that was hurt by him worry about him?

  Louis drained the blood bag in one go and threw the empty bag on the table, he stared blankly at the bag and kept chanting in his mind the word separate. He can't afford to have Harry see him in the state he's been in for the last two weeks, he doesn't want Harry here, period. 

  "You need to leave, Now!" Louis calmly said.

  Harry was confused at the request. "I didn't say anything wrong. Why would I leave?" Harry rushed out.